Nightclub Surprise

by Michelle Love

  “Your secret is safe with us,” Grant interjected. “I can promise you that. We also don’t want anyone to know we were here. If our bodies were found here, it would destroy our families. It’s not a thing we want at all. As a matter of fact, we’ve discussed that already. My wife and I have agreed to forget about what we saw here. If we went to the police, this house would be searched, and most likely put on the news, letting our little secret out.”

  “Yes, sir. We’d never want that,” Isabel agreed. “If anyone knew we were into this kind of taboo stuff, we’d be shunned for sure. We weren’t going to say a word about this to anyone.”

  “Not even the owners?” the man asked. “You see, I know this part of the house has cameras in it. So, what did they say when they saw the pictures?”

  Grant struggled for only a moment. “They never saw them. We only found the safe because we were looking for the heater. I hadn’t gotten the safe open until after the electricity had gone out. The cameras weren’t on, you see. No one knows about this but my wife and myself.”

  Isabel was quick to add, “And we’re not about to tell anyone a thing. Do you think I want my ninety-year-old grandmother to know I’m into something so bad?”

  The man had to think about what the couple said. He knew not many people would want what they were doing to get out. But then again, some didn’t mind that much. And others were out in the open with their practices.

  But still, he had himself to think about. Who was to say that the people wouldn’t have a hard time keeping what they found to themselves? But then again, he could just leave, taking the evidence with him. And he could leave the couple right where they were, leaving the generator on. When it ran out of gas, the two would freeze to death. Once the police found them, they’d think they’d died in a tragically disgusting sexual accident.

  He could live with that.

  “I tell you what. I won’t do anything to you guys. How’s that sound to ya?” the man asked them as he picked up the closed safe off the floor next to the chair he sat in.

  “That sounds great,” Isabel said. She felt relief flooding through her. They were going to be okay. They’d get to go home and see their kids again. That’s all she cared about.

  But she soon found out that the man meant he wouldn’t do anything to them. Like not a thing. He got up, heading to the door. He hadn’t unlocked the stocks that trapped her or the cuffs that were holding Grant in the chains.

  “Um, are you forgetting something?” Grant asked him.

  “Nope,” came the man’s reply.

  “You know if you’re afraid I’ll hurt you, you can let my wife out first; then she can set me free.” Grant hoped that would help the man see there would be a way to set them free without fear of a physical altercation.

  “Nah,” came the man’s reply.

  “But we’ll freeze to death if you don’t set us free,” Isabel begged. “Sir, I’ll do anything. Anything at all if you set me free.”

  “Anything?” the man stopped his retreat to ask. His cock thumped in his pants. The woman was beautiful, and her body was nice and round. It had been some time since he’d had a woman.

  Women didn’t seem to take to him much. No matter how much money he threw at them. It seemed there was just something about him that women didn’t like.

  He’d been lonely; he had to admit that. What would a few more minutes cost him anyway?

  Looking at the muscular man who hung helplessly in the chains that would keep him away, he smiled. He just might take the woman up on her offer.

  “Anything,” Isabel said then gulped. She knew her ass would be easy to get to as she was bound in the stocks. She had nothing on as he’d pulled them out of the bed in the state they’d been in. The smell of their sexual encounter hung in the air. She knew any man would be turned on just by that smell. Her idea seemed to be working too as the man put the safe down and started heading her way.

  “Burying my cock in that fine ass sounds kind of good to me.” He moved forward as he started to undo his jeans.

  Grant grew more and more furious with each step the asshole took. If that son of a bitch thought he was going to lay a finger on his woman, his wife, then he had another think coming.

  Pulling the chains as hard as he could, he was pretty fucking sure he could rip them out of the wall they were screwed to. After all, it wasn’t put together by engineers, just a couple of people who hadn’t had any experience in the BDSM world at all.

  Could Grant count on their inexperience making it possible for him to pull those chains out of the wall? Or had they done their research and anchored the chains into the two-by-fours the way they were supposed to be hung?

  Isabel’s voice was soft and sexy as she said, “Oh, good. I’m glad we could come to a deal. Now, I’ll do what I’ve promised, and you’ll do what you’ve promised, right? You’ll fuck me then set me free, right?”

  “You’ve got the first part right,” he said with a deep laugh. “You and this guy ain’t going nowhere. But why should I pass up a perfectly good piece of ass that’s bent over and waiting for my fat cock to be plunged into it?”

  Isabel was quick to remind him of why, “Because if the police find our dead bodies, then they’ll do autopsies. That means they’ll search each and every part of our bodies, inside and out, for clues as to what happened. And that’s when your semen will become evidence.”

  Stopping before he got to Isabel, the deranged man wasn’t an idiot. He knew he couldn’t leave any evidence of him being there. After all, Walter Smith had a sexual assault charge he’d run away from back in Tennessee. His semen was on file there.

  Seems he wouldn’t be sticking his dick into anyone at the moment. “Shit!” With his cock in his hand, he swung around when he heard a loud bang. “What the fuck?”

  Chapter Eight

  In a blaze of fur coats, one bright as hell flashlight making it hard to see anything in the room, Isabel and Grant froze as the cold air hit their bodies. The front door had been thrown open, and snow poured in with a couple of other things.

  The man who’d restrained them made a run for it, but one heavy fake fur coat dropped him to the floor and what looked like a bear, held up some kind of a stick, striking the man in the back of the head. A triumphant shrill yell accompanied the blow, “Take that, you piece of shit!”

  “Piper?” came a shout from the door. And in came another person who was so bundled up he too resembled a bear.

  “Got ‘em, Steve. Close that door; you’re letting in cold air.” Piper pushed the furry hat of her parka back, revealing blonde hair that was pulled into a braid. “You guys okay?” she asked Grant and Isabel.

  “Yeah,” Isabel said. “But cold and naked.”

  Steve went to make sure the man was secured, taking a set of handcuffs out of the drawer full of them. “You broke into the wrong God Danged playhouse, you son of a bitch!”

  In no time at all, Piper had freed both Isabel and Grant. The two headed to the bedroom to grab some clothes. “My God, that was too close, Grant.” Isabel clung to him with all she had in her.

  Grant kissed her with a hard, hot kiss. “You have no idea how afraid I was.”

  “I bet I do.” She sighed as she hugged him so tight she thought she might be hurting him. “I can’t wait to get the hell out of here. I just want to go to my sister’s and hug our kids.”

  “Me too, baby.” Grant had to let her go even though he didn’t want to. “We’ve got things to tend to right now though. There’s only so much time before that generator runs out of fuel.”

  With the shovel Steve brought, they were able to carve a path out in the snow behind the car and pull it out of the garage. The satellite system made it possible for them to get help coming their way.

  With the capture of a highly sought after human trafficker and kidnapper, the authorities made it a top priority to get to the people. Within the hour, both couples had been rescued, and the man who’d almost ended them was taken into custod
y. Grant let the police know he wanted to press charges on him for what he’d done to him and his wife too.

  With happy goodbyes to the couple who’d rented Grant and Isabel their little love shack, the couple found themselves taken to a hotel for the remainder of the night.

  Warm air flowed from the heating system, and a warm bed made the rest of their night better than they could’ve asked for.

  All they ever wanted from the moment the whole ordeal began was to make it back to their children. The next day would see that happening.

  Although no one had been expecting them, Grant and Isabel surprised their kids on Christmas morning when they showed up with presents for them all at her sister’s home in Portland.

  A more enjoyable Christmas than the one they’d planned was at hand. Then and there, Grant decided they’d never spend another Christmas without their children.

  Although they would carve out special time together, they’d find a way to incorporate that without going out to the middle of nowhere to do it.

  As it was, the case had their lifestyle out in the open anyway, so why try to hide it?

  Sure, Isabel was a little embarrassed by the looks everyone gave them, but what really mattered was the justice that was served. With the confessions the police obtained from the man who’d done such evil deeds, many babies were returned to their grieving parents. And Isabel knew that mattered more than any shame she had to feel for that to happen.

  As a matter of fact, after a very short period of time, she held her head high and told people she loved doing those things. There shouldn’t be any shame in what a couple likes.

  Isabel and Grant didn’t have to hide their love of things thought to be taboo anymore. So what if some didn’t agree, they liked the way the pain could transform pleasure into phenomenal sensations.

  Before long, a reality television show was offered to the couple. The world wanted to know what it was like to be a BDSM practicing couple.

  Of course, they turned the offer down. Exploiting their family wasn’t a thing the couple wanted or would even allow. But they did like the fact that mainstream America was accepting them for who they were.

  Grant pulled his wife into his arms. “Well, that was something else, don’t you think?”

  Isabel nodded then snuggled her head into his wide chest. “It certainly was. No more hiding. No more feeling embarrassed by what we like. It’s odd though. It’s been such a long time hiding this.”

  “Well, we still hide it a bit.” Grant kissed the top of her head. “Like any other intimate act.”

  He’d built them a playroom of their own at their home. In the basement of course. The dungeon-like atmosphere just made for better staging after all.

  “Shall I get into the sex swing?” Isabel asked as she pulled the black cloak off, revealing the red leather corset she wore underneath.

  “Not just yet,” Grant whispered as he too took off his cloak, showing off his tight abs and amazing pecs and biceps as he had on only black pajama-type bottoms. “I was thinking I’d bend you over my knee and spank that ass a nice cherry red color first.”

  The purr that came out of his wife’s mouth set him on fire.

  Once again, the couple had found their happy ending.

  The End.

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  Nobody’s Girl

  A Billionaire Romance Novel

  He may be the world’s most successful art dealer, but, on a trip to Paris, Ivo Zacca realizes that he is bored with the high society life, and is uninspired by the artists he has come across.

  Going off grid – to the despair of his staff – he spends a week in Paris trying to be as anonymous as possible.

  Sofia Amory was raised by her mother and rich step-father only to be abandoned by her step-father when her mother died. Having her trust broken, she reacts suspiciously to Ivo’s motives but cannot help being attracted to the gorgeous man.

  Meanwhile, her ex-stepfather, Fergus, egged on by his vicious daughter Tamara, is steadfast in his decision to cut Sofia out of their lives. The death of his wife, Sofia’s mother, has hit him hard and instead of dealing with the grief, he has become cold and distant. His son, Jonas, who was close to Sofia, is disgusted with his father and sister and attempts to search for Sofia with no luck. He confronts his father just as news comes through that Sofia had landed a huge exhibition in Paris. Jonas tells Fergus that he is glad Sofia is finally making it on her own. Not wanting to be exposed as a bad father, he travels to France to see Sofia and tells her to come home. Sofia refuses and Fergus threatens to have her deported back to America. In revenge, Sofia marries Ivo to stay in Paris, not realizing the consequences.

  Chapter One

  New York City

  Clemence Brochu looked at the man who, until a few moments ago, had been her fiancé. “You can’t mean it? Ivo…”

  Her distress apparent, Ivo Zacca, his green eyes full of sorrow, reached for her hand. “Clemence…you cannot be surprised by this. We have been growing apart for months, if not longer. We barely see each other.”

  Clemence snatched her hand away and got up, pacing the floor of her New York apartment. Ivo watched her, his expression one of concern. She stopped and gazed at him. Ivo Zacca. One of the most gloriously handsome men on the planet. Successful art dealer, son of two movie stars, his dark curls and green eyes made him a target for every gold-digger in the circles they spent their time in. Clemence had always prided herself on not being like them; she genuinely loved Ivo, had seen beyond the sheen to the man beneath, a man who loved his job, but not the social aspect that went with it. When he had to attend openings and parties, she had been by his side, ever ready to take up the conversation when she knew Ivo struggled with his shyness. Her field, biochemistry, was at the opposite spectrum to the art world, but she was adept at schmoosing whereas Ivo loathed it. She was his perfect foil.

  And now he was telling her it was over. “Don’t think it’s because I don’t love you, Clemence,” he said quietly now. “That’s not the case. It’s just…I don’t think either of us are in love with the other and, in that case, I don’t see the point.”

  Clemence sat down heavily in her chair. She had to hand it to him – he didn’t arrange a public dinner where she would be unable to scream or shout at him. He asked her to meet her at her apartment, where she could cuss him out, or punch him or…

  Except Clemence didn’t do either. Because Ivo was right – they weren’t in love anymore. She sighed, rubbing her eyes then looked up to see the pain in his.

  “Can we still be friends?” He asked softly and Clemence didn’t know how to answer him.

  “Maybe,” she started to cry softly, “Maybe one day, Ivo. But not yet.”

  He got up and came to her and she went into his arms for one last time. “I’m sorry, Clemence.”

  “It’s okay,” she sniffed, “it’s okay. You’re right. It just hurts at the moment.”

  He tilted her chin up so she could see the honesty in his eyes. “For me too, Clemence. You are my best friend.”

  She nodded, then pulled away from him. “Best you go now, Ivo.”

  “Can I call you?”

  She hesitated then shook her head. “No. I think it’s best if we make a clean break for now.”

  Ivo nodded, his whole body slumping with sadness. For a second, she wished he would looked relieved or happy, just so she could hate him for doing this, but she couldn’t. She walked him to the door, but before he went, he kissed her forehead. “Love you, Clemence.”

  “I love you too, Ivo. But it isn’t enough, is it?”

  It was only after Ivo had gone that she finally burst into tears.

  Westchester, New York State

  Sofia felt as if her heart had been ripped from her chest as she stood at the front of the congregation. She couldn’t take her eyes off her mother’s casket. Devak
i, fifty-six years old, beautiful, kind, funny, dead from a brain aneurysm. So swift, so sudden. So final. Her step-brother Jonas, put his hand on Sofia’s shoulder and she was glad of the comfort. Her step-father, Fergus stared straight ahead of him, not looking at her. He was holding his daughter, Tamara’s hand. He didn’t glance at Sofia at all, didn’t comfort her, nothing. Sofia couldn’t understand what the hell had been going on since her mother’s death a week ago.

  Since her mother had married Fergus, when Sofia was nine, Fergus had been her father, no questions. He had been loving, fun, caring, protective – he even personally helped Sofia move into her college dorm room – not many billionaire patriarchs did that. Whenever she visited home, he would be the second person after her mother to wrap her in a bear hug. “Welcome home, pumpkin,” he would say then pick her up and twirl her. Sofia stood at only five-feet-two, compared to her tall step-siblings. Tamara was the only dark spot. She had hated Sofia, the beautiful, half-Indian, half-American girl on sight – Sofia was the warm counterpoint to Tamara’s own icy blonde good looks. They had avoided each other mostly, but at family gatherings, Tamara could never resist getting a few digs in. Sofia knew better than to complain about Tamara. Her brother, Jones, more than made up for it. Jonas, a tall and thin, shaggy-looking teacher, was kind and generous and he and Sofia were closer than if they had been related. Neither of them cared about Fergus’s great wealth, unlike Tamara. When Sofia had graduated from college, Jonas was her biggest cheerleader.

  Now, though, Sofia felt something shifting in her family. Tamara kept shooting her triumphant looks, which although she tried to ignore, Sofia felt like pounding the blonde’s face into the ground. Is she actually celebrating Mom’s death? It wouldn’t surprise Sofia – her mother and Tamara had fought constantly, even though Devaki swore to the young woman that she had no intention of replacing Tamara’s mother, Judy. Judy had died, from a fall, when Tamara was fifteen, and when Devaki married Fergus, three years later, Tamara had been beside herself. She didn’t speak to any of them for another three years and it was only through Jonas’s gentle peace-making that she returned to the family, aged twenty-two. Eight years later, and now Sofia sensed that Tamara would do anything to become her father’s number one girl again.